In the brief moment of eye contact I had with her before I went to let our guest in it was clear how excited she was. I greeted him with a handshake a...d inquired about his trip. A quick glance at his crotch told the tale, a big bulge was already evident. She made her way over to him and they embraced, kissing, tongues flicking, his hands found her ass checks and he squeezed them as she purred. Her hands rubbed up and down the front of his trousers outlining his covered impressive erection and. He reached into a small hidden box and brought forth a joint and offered me to share it with him, I declined and told him that I gave that up a couple of decades ago, but to enjoy, I’d settle for a cigarette. As we stood there smoking we talked about my mother’s death a year before and my dad’s new girlfriend. The old fart even found a chick (though not young) at 82, I laughed and said “tell him to pound it once for me too.” This was of course a joke, since dad had endured colon. Rather than wear 6-inch heels, patterned stockings, pencil skirt and an embroidered shirt like most of women in those offices wore, she had on her scuffed ranch boots, clean but very tight work everyday light blue jeans, a thick man’s shirt and wore no jewelry and her slightly battered Stetson hung down between her shoulders. She swaggered in and saw eyes pop and none popped more than Julie’s. She was her editor’s assistant. ‘Omigod you look straight out of a Western,’ Julie breathed. ‘You are. I invited him in, we both walked into the living room and he sat down on the couch opposite me. Would you like a glass of wine or maybe a beer, I offered. His response was “a beer please’, which didn’t surprise me. Since he is a beer drinker, nothing fancy, but his taste is for a semi famous local beer. As we talked about work we both indulged in a second beverage. Myself not being a daily or even for that matter a weekly participant of the ‘alcoholic’ beverage, the content of my wife’s wine.